art for me from the exchange

kotoriobakedesu  asked:

I love the komahina art you did for that gift exchange! It's so pretty! And now I understand what you meant by "I'm trying to wait until I get better to draw them more". To be honest, knowing that it took you 3 years to get to draw digitally more similar to your traditional drawings gives me hope that I can get better too! Because drawing with a tablet is very difficult for me haha! I'm looking forward to see more komahina (and kamukoma) from you soon!

It was kind of a rule for me. I would find an old komahina doodle and be like “No……. not yet…..” and save it for later, but from time to time I would give up and draw them anyway because I couldn’t resist haha~ I love them so much~! (that’s why there’s so little ship drawings of them in the blog even tho there’s lots of them in my old sketchbooks aaaaaa)
But yeah~ 3 years and now it’s starting to look more like what I can do so I’m happy~ And I think I can now draw them without worries like in the past~ I hope to be able to post more for them soon~ I hope, I wish!
And I wish you good luck with the tablet too!

I’m so proud of Disney’s Team of Researchers when it came to making Moana, because it made me, a proud Polynesian girl feel relatable to a Disney character. Now Polynesia consist of many islands, each with their own unique style. I thought it would be nice to share some of the elements used in Moana from my own Polynesian culture, the Maori culture, so that Moana fans can understand the significance or just something new. 

Te Fiti’s Heart

This Spiral Pattern is known as a ‘Koru’ and can be found in many types of Maori Art including: Carvings, Jewellery, Tattoos and Paintings. It is inspired by a plant native to New Zealand known as ‘Ponga’ or ‘The Silver Fern’.

Her Heart is also inspired by a rock precious to our people called ‘Pounamu’ or ‘Green stone’ which is a variant of Jade. We use it mainly for Jewellery nowadays but it was also used to make weapons back in the day. 

Hongi

A Hongi is a traditional greeting and farewell used by Maori people by pressing noses. It symbolises exchanging the breath of life to one another.

Moana uses the Hongi several times in the movie but her Hongi with Te Fiti seems like the most important and special to me. 

Moana’s Necklace

Moana’s Necklace is made out of a Abalone Shell which we call ‘Paua’ and can be found throughout many countries around the world, however the featured shell here is a type you find in New Zealand  once you polish back its nacre. The shell is used in our arts including: Carvings and Jewellery.

There are so many more elements used in this movie from the other Polynesian Islands that I cannot name but hopefully someone else can add to this post to share our beautiful and rich cultures. 

Serving Fish 

Victo Ngai

Latest art for a short novel “Serving Fish” by Christopher Caldwell, published in the current issue of People of Color Take Over Fantastic Stories of the Imagination (FSI).

Be sure to check out this fascinating story packed with drama, love and revenge about a very feminine drag queen who gains her power of enchantment from the most unlikely source, and in exchange of this power, she has to offer up a bit of herself. 

Big thanks to Nisi Shawl, who is the author of “Everfair” which I have had the great pleasure of creating the cover for, for thinking of me for this project and the full creative range. Thank you also Warren Lapine, the publisher of FSI, for being so easy and wonderful to work with. 

I LIVE!!!  Sorry for the epicly long absence everyone.  To be honest, the last couple of months have been rough with work and moving and dealing with some health issues (don’t worry, I’m fine, some chronic health problems have just decided to return is all).  I’m realizing that I need to take things slower whether I like it or not, and I also need to make time for my own work.  It’s what makes me happiest.

So in that vein, here’s a piece I made for @miniludvin in exchange for the AMAZING painting I won from her in her last contest.  I love her work so much (everyone go check it out!).  I hope you like your little bunny! 

The professor who teaches metalworking and shop classes gets called the Old Professor, but he isn’t old. At least, he doesn’t look it. He gets called the Old Professor, but he calls himself Sequoia.

Sequoia is eight feet tall, with metal in his eyes and kindness in his hands and silence in his mouth. You’re a psych major without a drop of poetry in your soul but when you first heard his voice, something in your lizard-brain said “this is what a forest’s voice would sound like.”

There are indeed forests, inked into his dark brown arms - woods going up into misty mountains, ancient trees in forests primordial growing amongst ferns the size of houses, twiggy saplings rearing their heads above the fertile ash of pyroclasric flow.

There’s probably iron in the ink, an art major tells you. “Lots,” says another, subdued. “Red caps chased me to the shop building. He caught the leader by the arm and…I saw it burn.”

You don’t believe that, but it makes you shiver anyway. Even if his touch did burn Them, wouldn’t it be from the iron in his skin thanks to his line of work?

Among his red-black locs are iron rings made from old nails, silver rings so pure one of Them grumbled to you that they sing, and beads of green sea-glass and jade and one glittery chartreuse pony bead that Jimothy gave him in exchange for a whole sack of red ones. He’s free with the rings (usually to students) and the glass (usually to Them) but he treasures that damn ugly little plastic bead and you’ve seen him press it lightly to his mouth when he’s thinking.

Sequoia must have been a false name when he chose it. You don’t think anyone on campus would claim it is now. Really, you find that the most telling thing of all - though what it tells, you’re never sure.

But there is kindness in his hands, and welcome in his silence, and when you’ve all but fallen through his doorway with the tang of blood in the back of your throat from running and the sound of hooves behind you (not running; it would have been less frightening if whatever was back there had bothered to RUN) there is tea in his hands too, and you feel the hollow in your chest begin to heal as you pour out your story and your terror to a watchful face full of quiet interest and altogether free of judgement.

[x]

My dear Arka
Here is your gift for the @galraweek Galra Mini Exchange!

Kolivan started falling for Princess Allura of Altea the day they met her. She was the impossible woman, the woman who shouldn’t be able to be here, but Kolivan thanked the deities every day that she was.


They had watched her grow from an understandably defensive leader of only six other people, to a somehow even stronger, fiercer, more righteous leader who worked with many different species and united them in the fight against Zarkon and the Galra Empire. 

Every time they thought of her, Kolivan fell even more deeply in love. The day they finally admitted to themself that they were head over heels for Allura was the day they watched her interact with the delegates from yet another planet, and she handled the complications so well, so naturally, that everyone present was left in awe of her diplomatic skills. That was when Kolivan realized that no, this was not just a crush.

They approached the princess later that day, after the delegates had left, and she was on the training deck to let out some stress and keep in fighting shape for her paladin duties. Standing in the doorway, they watched her spar with the training bot for a while, before she acknowledged them.

“Come, spar with me.”

And so they did. As always, she was every bit a match for them. When she finally called time, they were both panting and flushed. 

“Princess Allura,” Kolivan started.

“Yes, Kolivan?”

“I should like to court you, if you find it agreeable.”

“Kolivan!” Allura broke into a grin. “I would absolutely find it agreeable.”


And so they began a courtship, one that lead to this moment. Kolivan on bended knee, one hand out, holding the shining ring up to her.

“Princess Allura of Altea, benevolent ruler of my heart, sharp as luxite, beautiful as the juniberry flower, will you grant me the gift of becoming my mate?”

“Kolivan,” Allura beamed, “Nothing but freeing the universe would make me happier than to have you as my spouse!” She reached out and held Kolivan’s hand. They slipped the ring onto her finger and kissed her hand. 

“My love, you have made me the happiest being in the universe,” they said as they stood and embraced her.

Capturing their lips in a kiss, Allura replied, “No, we are both the happiest, for we are in this together, for the rest of our lives. I love you so much.”

“And I love you.”

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I love that prompt! I imagine Angela being a foreign exchange student from switzerland and Genji wants to tell her so much but he’s struggeling with his English!!! But of course Angie is v patient…  

(Google translate is the no.1 thing during an exchange year…I speak from experience lmao)

⭐Commissions are open

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Updated commissions!

No slots this time! 

Contact me here on tumblr or via fleshwerks@outlook.com!

Simple sketch: portrait, bust, half-body, couple

-
base price 14 EUR

Coloured portrait with a background: bust, half-body

-
base price 50 EUR

Coloured portrait with a flat background:

-
base price 40€

Tarot style card: single or a couple

- base price 90 EUR. Extra character (couple) + 15 EUR. Price may rise depending on the complexity of the card.

Rules:

- nudity, erotica is ok. Explicit sex is not.
- please have your visual references ready either as links in your e-mail, a character page with appropriate visual references, or reference files. Sending me only a character tag will simply not do.
- I will not draw furry, mecha, or anything I’m uncomfortable with.
- no visible pregnancy
- no questionable consent
- I generally work quickly, but life can be unexpected. I will let you know if there’ll be delays.
- I will not allow my art to be used commercially. Editing the art you commissioned from me (as in graphics, aesthetic posts, avatar etc) is allowed, as long as credit is given.

PAYPAL ONLY!

 I will send you a rough sketch for you to approve if you’re commissioning tarot, and I will send a nearly completed thumbnail for you to review. If happy, then we’ll exchange currency. I will send you an invoice once you’re happy with the preview of your commissioned piece. I generally do not send progress pics of portraits and sketches, but I send out previews of nearly finished works that you can review and that can be edited.

Contact me: fleshwerks@outlook.com..


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1) ‘Long Distance Lends Enchantment’

2) Know All Men By These Presents

3) Illusion

4) Corn Exchange

5) Home Ties

6) Birches

7) Idol Industry

8) The Survival of the Fittest

9) Net Results

10) Between You and Me and the Post

Illustrations by Coles Phillips (1880-1927) from ‘A Gallery of Girls.’ Published 1911 by The Century Co.

University of Connecticut Libraries.

archive.org

Clarence Coles Phillips was an American artist and illustrator. He is known for his stylish images of women and a signature use of negative space in the paintings he created for advertisements and the covers of popular magazines.

In May 1908, he created a cover for ‘Life’ magazine that featured his first “fadeaway girl” design with a figure whose clothing matched, and disappeared into, the background - Wikimedia.

A little albw modern day au for you! I had a little idea of ravio in a cute hoodie and i figured i had to draw the rest of the gang as well.

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Updated commissions!

OPEN!

Contact me here on tumblr or via fleshwerks@outlook.com!

Simple sketch: portrait, bust, half-body, couple

-
base price 14 EUR

Coloured portrait with a background: bust, half-body

-
base price 50 EUR

Coloured portrait with a flat background:

-
base price 40€

Tarot style card: single or a couple

- base price 90 EUR. Extra character (couple) + 15 EUR. Price may rise depending on the complexity of the card.

Rules:

- nudity, erotica is ok. Explicit sex is not.
- please have your visual references ready either as links in your e-mail, a character page with appropriate visual references, or reference files. Sending me only a character tag will simply not do.
- I will not draw furry, mecha, or anything I’m uncomfortable with.
- no visible pregnancy
- no questionable consent
- I generally work quickly, but life can be unexpected. I will let you know if there’ll be delays.
- I will not allow my art to be used commercially. Editing the art you commissioned from me (as in graphics, aesthetic posts, avatar etc) is allowed, as long as credit is given.

PAYPAL ONLY!

I will send you a rough sketch for you to approve if you’re commissioning tarot, and I will send a nearly completed thumbnail for you to review. If happy, then we’ll exchange currency. I will send you an invoice once you’re happy with the preview of your commissioned piece. I generally do not send progress pics of portraits and sketches, but I send out previews of nearly finished works that you can review and that can be edited.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO MY SECRET SANTA @kon-centration 
You wrote “Ishvalan Edward” I read “Angst”

In the end December wound up being a much more busy month than expected so I had to reluctantly drop out from one of the two secret santas I’d joined >o< I’m glad I stuck with this one though, always down for some good ol’ angst! 

anonymous asked:

Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)

No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.

Word count: 1.3k words

Originally posted by a8ustd

You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.

But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.

A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.

Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.

“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.

“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”

“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”

The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.

“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.

“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.

“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.

The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.

The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.

The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.

Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.

“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”

“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.

“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”

You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”

“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”

“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”

“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”

Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.

“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”

“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”

“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.

“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.

You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.

“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”

“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”

So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.

Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.

He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).

When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.

“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”

And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.

“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.


You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.

“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.

“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.


These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.

- Girl in Luv

That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓

muramasa blades are cursed, it’s not easy to escape that stigma. 

do you hate him? Tokugawa Ieyasu?

hate or love ? if anything,

i don’t understand this person. i’m not interested.

you don’t have to force yourself, however it’s good to try something new you’re bad at or don’t enjoy now and then.

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My bnha OC, Stevie “Stretch” Long, Hero Stretch! I tried modelling him after Rickey Thompson, especially with his crispy, tall angles 👌 He can stretch his entire body up to about 4 meters, but if he eats greasy foods or he’s in hotter climates, he can go up to about 6 meters. He’s kinda like silly putty basically!

He decided to go to UA as a foreign exchange student from the United States for his last year and he finds the Big 3 and hangs out with them a lot. He likes trying out restaurants or new foods and Tamaki wanted to experiment making different foods for different situations, depending on locality and ease of prep. So naturally he invited Mirio and Hadou, and Mirio invited Stevie. \ (•◡•) / ta-da~

anonymous asked:

Do you need to spam my dash with begging for money?

Originally posted by think-imfinally-clean

Asks like these are why anonymous submissions have been off until now. 

This is the ONLY time I will indulge in a message like this, so pay attention.

Patreon is an exchange of pledges and services, just like any other art gig. It’s the farthest thing from “begging for money”, considering I work my ass off for the food on my table. 

You pledge money to support me, I give you a crap-ton of artwork. That’s literally how this works, ask any of my Patrons.

I pay for university myself.
I pay my bills by myself.
I pay for my transition by myself.

I don’t beg. 
I NEVER beg.
I work.

This post ain’t meant to be a “oh, woe is me, starving artist” like.. pity party. It’s a reminder of my reality and my frank response to this message I honestly shouldn’t even be indulging. 
Still, I need to make this perfectly clear.
If you’re sick of me promoting my Patreon, unfollow. It’s as simple as that, pal. 

Love,
Peaches

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“Kenma, who do you like more?? Your typhlosion or me?”

“… Do you really want me to answer that?”

Identity reveals are up, so here’s my prompt fulfillment for theneoneevee from the HQ summer hols exchange! Alright alright alright.